The work was commissioned for the cover of the single "Kupala Night" by the ART-folk group "EzheVika"
KUPALA NIGHT
(Author of the text and music Victoria Ilyina)
Snow will cover the trail of the last passion.
With the heart, the pain will go into storms and bad weather.
I come out into the light from the deep darkness,
The old roads are covered with ashes of snow.
Have pity on me, clear dawn,
Warm me the red sun.
Give me rain, or dew with your mind,
Heal the soul, calm the hand.
Didnt love me, deceived again,
Didnt ask me if I was ready
Didnt wait for you, didnt call you.
I ll break my hands on the oak bark,
I whisper the spell fixing it with blood.
I ll circle the wounds with plantain
Ill smile to myself, Ill trample the trouble.
At night I bathed the bonfires are high
In the wreath , she wove grass sedges
The flame rises to the sky,
But you didnt recognize my face
She led a round dance hand in hand,
She started her song about sadness.
Wreaths descend into the fast river,
Only mine swings at your feet.
KUPALA NIGHT
(Author of the text and music Victoria Ilyina)
Snow will cover the trail of the last passion.
With the heart, the pain will go into storms and bad weather.
I come out into the light from the deep darkness,
The old roads are covered with ashes of snow.
Have pity on me, clear dawn,
Warm me the red sun.
Give me rain, or dew with your mind,
Heal the soul, calm the hand.
Didnt love me, deceived again,
Didnt ask me if I was ready
Didnt wait for you, didnt call you.
I ll break my hands on the oak bark,
I whisper the spell fixing it with blood.
I ll circle the wounds with plantain
Ill smile to myself, Ill trample the trouble.
At night I bathed the bonfires are high
In the wreath , she wove grass sedges
The flame rises to the sky,
But you didnt recognize my face
She led a round dance hand in hand,
She started her song about sadness.
Wreaths descend into the fast river,
Only mine swings at your feet.